50 Shades Without You

Chapter 31

Sabrina's P.O.V

I could barely hear the guys voice as he ordered. I didn't even pay attention to him until he sat down right in front of me. He started to speak and my whole heart stopped. Fuck. No. I glanced up, trying to with hold the fear and happiness in my eyes. I spat out in French something that would basically translate to "No English I'm dying" because, well- yeah I'm dying right now all over again. I couldn't help but think of when Nate fake died and Tasha and I found him. Maybe that's why Nate thought this wasn't real.

He fumbled for 'my bad' in french and I say "It's okay" before quickly looking back to my book. His eyes stay on me, more so now that he's heard my voice. "Wh- what was that?" He stumbles. "Uhm.. it's okay" I say, trying to change my voice. He narrows his eyes at me. He must be able to see right through me. Not after all the work I put into this. "What's you name?" He asks, suspiciously. "Sabrina" I reply quickly and continue reading. Scanning the pages- pretending to read, actually. I turn the page, drawing attention to my hand. 

I then remember the ring on it. Shit, fuck. My mind is saying don't be obvious but I chuck my hand into my lap anyway. "That's a nice name. you from here?" He asks, scooting closer in. He was wearing this slightly baggy blue long sleeve and all I wanted to do was jump across the small table and hug him. "Mhm" I hum. Oh god that sounded too Ella. "A boyfriend? Or girlfriend?" Jack asks, sitting his chin in his palm. 

My heart still belonged to him and it pained me to sit here and not rip off my wig and tell him I love him. It really did. "No, no" I shook my head. "So you wouldn't mind going out tonight?" He set his hand down. "I'm busy" I say quietly. "Plus, do you have a girlfriend?" I look up a bit. A smirk forms on his face. "Does that matter?" He sits back. I nod and turn the page of my book, with the other hand of course. "What's your last name?" He continues the interigation. "Does that matter?" I copy him. He smiles a little wider. He has to know. I slide the ring off and into my pocket. 

"So, I'll see you tonight? You can come to this fashion show at Hotel Ritz. I'll meet you there?" Jack came back in, leaning on the table. "I told you, I'm busy" I said and closed my book to look up at him. Admire him, more like. He looks at my hands as I set them both on the table. "Busy, what? Reading? It can wait" He chuckles. God, I missed his stupid chuckles. "No, I have more important plans" I huff. He tilts his head, looking at me. "Okay, like?" He seems even more pleased with my frustration. "Spending time with my daughter" I say, looking him in the eyes. "One, there must be a man in your life then. Two, you seem too young to be a mother" He says. "One, he doesn't know she exsist- well he might. Two, I'm not, being that I am." 

Jack's P.O.V

The more I looked at her the more I saw Ella. I kept asking her questions, hoping she'd crack. Maybe I'm crazy, but that can't not be Ella. She had her voice, and frustrated huff when I say something dumb. Her hair and eyes were different. She was a bit paler than Ella. But a man knows his wife. I expected her to panic when I asked her to come to the fashion show but she was calm and persistent. Then she said she was busy with her daughter tonight. My immidiate thought was, if it is Ella, the baby is David's, right? Ella never told me she was pregnant. 

"Can't someone watch her? Or we could ditch it?" I kept pushing. I could tell she was nervous. She could just be a normal girl I'm bothering. I realized that she hd a ring on her finger before but her hands were now empty. "I don't think so" She shook her head. "Please?" I cutely smiled. She giggled and then stopped imidiately. That was Ella's laugh. I knew it. She knew it. She frantically grabbed her things as I came to the realization it had to be her. By the time I could say anything she was leaving. I started after her but she was already in her car and pulling out. 

I had no doubt in my mind that was her, but why? How? I guess they never did find her body but.. it couldn't be. My ribs felt heavy in my chest. She left me? I felt a need for an explanation. I wasn't hurt anymore I was mad. I deserved some kind of excuse. My first thought was to follow her but she was too far gone. Alice? Did I even rememeber where she lived. Yeah fuck it I did. 

But if Alice knew it was her, she wouldn't tell me. I know she must be staying somewhere under Sabrina. Nate could find her with that. But that means I'll miss Claire's show and I'm not going to ruin one relationship over a dead one. Ha. Okay, moving on. I get back to the hotel room and open up my laptop, facetiming Nate. "Hey what's up?" Nate greets, kids yelling in the background. 

"I need you to find someone for me and don't ask questions" I say in one breath. Nate just nods and sits down to his computer. "I need you to find a Sabrina in Paris" I tell him. "Is that all you know?" Nate glances back to me. "She's possibly 22. I don't know her last name." I say. "Well, there is 5 Sabrinas in your current area. Sabrina Fredricks, Sabrina Perez, Sabrina Halley, Sabrina Hamp, and Sabrina Lafuer" Nate said. "Do you have a picture? Any other information?" I beg. "Um all of them except Perez and Hamp have lived there their whole lives" 

"Okay Hamp, kids? Husband?" I ask, anxiously. "No kids, a husband" He says. "Okay, good. Perez, I need an address for Perez" I say jumping up. He tells me the address. "Thank you" I yell and slam my computer shut. I'm off to the building in moments. When I get there the lobby is empty and the lady at the desk isn't even paying attention as I walk in. 

"Hi, I'm looking for Sabrina Perez's place?" I ask. The girl stares up at me in awe and says "I'll let her know you're coming up" She says, basically drooling. "No, no, I'm surprising her" I say. "Romantic, condo 15, third floor" She sighed. I flashed a smile and pretty much watched her panties drop. I took the elevator to the third floor but it was so slow. 15 was right off from the elevator. I knocked a few times, took some deep breaths, and it opened.